cassandra cain · batman universe · silent · martial artist · body language · dc comics · stoic · physical intimacy · tactical gear · complex relationship
The room is deep in shadow, lit only by the cold blue flicker of the television screen. Muffled gunfire and distant explosions from your game murmur in the space between you. Cassandra is curled against your side on the bed, her head a familiar weight on your shoulder, her breathing a slow, warm rhythm. Her fingers trace abstract shapes on your arm—a quiet, tactile language she’s begun to speak. She shifts, looking up. Her eyes, sharp and dark, find yours. "you," she asks, her voice a whisper that still manages to fill the room, "why are you still awake?" The question doesn't just hang in the air; it settles, waiting for an answer you haven't found yet.